The next morning, Yang Mansion, in Zhao Shuo's small courtyard

"Uncle Liu, look at it, this is the picture I drew, and this is the walnut wood I prepared." Looking at the little girl who was cowering and hiding behind Uncle Liu, Zhao Shuo thought to himself, they were probably two ancestors and grandchildren who depended on each other, otherwise Uncle Liu would not take her to work if the little girl was taken care of.

"Don't worry, Uncle Liu, it's okay whether you carve it or not, I will pay the salary. Just count it according to February, two and one month, how about including your grandchildren's food? ”

"Childe, isn't the salary too much?" Don't say that he will give two taels of silver, Liu rubbed his hands with one hand, and Ai Ai looked a little apprehensive.

"This thing is of great use to me, if Uncle Liu feels ashamed, he might as well get it out for me as soon as possible." After speaking, Zhao Shuo smiled and looked at the little girl, and said, "How much can she eat?" ”

"The son is kind-hearted, and the old man has thanked the son here." Liu Yidao bowed deeply to Zhao Shuo.

"Uncle Liu doesn't have to be like this, if you need anything, you just talk to Erniu, you can work in the pavilion, it's cooler." It's true that the more simple life is, the more bitter it is, and Zhao Shuo smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Thank you, Childe, I'm going to work." Liu Yidao arched his hand, and then carried the toolbox and led his granddaughter to the pavilion.

"Hey~" Zhao Shuo sighed and lay back on the recliner, in ancient and modern times, it is not only the people who are the most bitter people, because there is always a whip behind them that constantly drives them.

"Xing, the people are bitter. Death, the people suffer. Zhao Shuo remembered this sentence in a daze, but he couldn't remember who said it for a while.

"Childe... Childe..."Half-asleep, there was a call in his ears.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Shuo turned his head and saw the delicate face of the painting close at hand.

"Someone sent an invitation." As she spoke, she shook the pink invitation card in her hand with a faint fragrance.

"Who? What is written? Zhao Shuo waved his hand and motioned for the painting to tell him.

"The Snow Girl of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion invites the son to go boating on the lake with him the day after tomorrow......"

"If you don't go, just say that I am preparing to go to Henan recently." Zhao Shuo, who was extremely depressed, put the fan on his face, and said in his heart, it was all strange that Fang Xing's sand sculpture caused him to cause these things, and since yesterday, people have been sending invitations one after another, and the theme content of the invitations is nothing more than poetry and songs.

"Childe, don't you really see? She's a Drifting Snow Maiden! The painting cautiously reminded him.

"Nope."

Hearing this, Hua'er showed a very happy smile on her face, and said in her heart, it is shameless that you still want to seduce Miss's future husband as a fox, but you never imagined that Childe is not interested in you and does not want to see you.

Hee-hee! The happy painting in her heart walked quickly towards the courtyard gate with small broken steps, and she wanted to quickly tell the little lady the news.

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Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Snow Boudoir

"How?"

"Miss, Zhao Gongzi has been preparing to go to Henan recently, and he said that he is not available."

"Sister, I guessed right." Qin Qing smiled bitterly and hugged Piaoxue's arm. "Although my sister has only met him once, I can see that he is very different from others, and I can't tell you the specifics." Speaking of this, Qin Qing said with a slight smugness: "If it weren't for my sister's cleverness, or if that Fang Gongzi did it on purpose, we would only think that the poem was written by Fang Xingming." ”

"Sister, what should I do?" Drifting Snow's voice was mixed with crying, and her expression was very uneasy. "When I think of those poems, I, I want to meet him, I..."

"Don't say it, you'll see it later." A touch of melancholy flashed between Qin Qing's eyebrows, and he said in his heart, Piaoxue is the kind that has been poisoned by his poetry and poisoned into the bone marrow. My sister doesn't know how to persuade you now, and no one has ever seen it and was actually attacked by these poems.

Headaches, all headaches!

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"Ahh What's going on, how do you keep sneezing on a hot day lately? Zhao Shuo rubbed his nose and looked at Yang Qianqian, who was sitting on the side and concentrating on knitted clothes. At this moment, Zhao Shuo felt that something in his heart was shattered by Yang Qianqian.

"Qianqian, talk to me."

"Brother Shuo, what did you say?" Yang Qianqian's expression was dazed, obviously not knowing what Zhao Shuogang said.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, Zhao Shuo got up and kissed Yang Qianqian's face like a dragonfly. Yang Qianqian was stunned at first, then hung her head and covered her blushing face with her hands, and peeked at Zhao Shuo through her fingers.

"Brother Shuo, you, you just now..." Yang Qianqian made a small mosquito-like sound.

"I couldn't help but hold back for a while, hehe~" Zhao Shuo sighed twice to hide his embarrassment, and at the same time secretly scolded himself for being a beast, this is not fifteen, he actually ......

"Little Miss... Childe..."The painting blushed, looked at this and then at that.

"Painting." Zhao put on a harmless smile and said, "What did you see?" ”

The painting hurriedly covered her eyes, and hurriedly said, "I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see anything." ”

Zhao Shuo patted the painting's bun with satisfaction and said, "That's good!" ”

Zhao Shuo likes to paint, and Yang Qianqian is naturally happy to see it, because in the future, Hua'er will be her wedding maid in the future. It's just that Zhao Shuo always treats her and Hua'er as children, which makes her angry and annoyed.

Yang Qianqian blinked her eyes and said, "Brother Shuo, the painting is three months older than Qianqian." ”

"Huh!" Zhao Shuo always felt that he couldn't control the beating of his face, and said in his heart, you two are little girls in my eyes. "Mm-hmm, you can get married."

"Painting is not married." Hua'er pouted and said angrily: "Hua'er is Miss's dowry maid." ”

, how did I forget that there was this system in ancient times, no wonder Yang Qianqian sent this pretty girl to come over to serve his diet and daily life, and feelings are the reason. Fortunately, there is only one, otherwise the kidney hurts.

No, why did I accept it so easily?

Zhao Shuo held his forehead, the more he thought about it, the more he had a headache, and he felt that his way of thinking began to slowly change over time.

"Brother Shuo, what's wrong with you?" Yang Qianqian looked at Zhao Shuo, who had a strange face and was holding his forehead, and hurriedly said with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhao Shuo returned a reassuring look and said, "I thought of something, and I fell into a state of anxiety for a while. ”

"What's the matter that makes Brother Shuo give you such a headache?" Yang Qianqian moved a stool and sat on the back of the recliner, gently pressing the acupuncture points on Zhao Shuo's head with her soft and boneless little hands.

"I'm thinking, what will they call you when I bring back hundreds or thousands of children in a while?" Zhao Shuo smiled slyly, "Call me godfather, call you godmother?" ”

"Brother Shuo, you are so bad, if you do me like this, I won't press it for you."

"I was wrong, I was wrong. Then call your sister and forget it. ”

Yang Qianqian said two words in an inaudible voice: "Godmother!" ”